The Dawn Of Her Absence

In the dawn of her absenceHe lived in isolationWith her voice secluded Death rendered her will to all scripted words of adulationHe paged through all the verses that tasked his conclusionsBut death was still the same theme in her adorationWords widely sanded her soul that massed her nationAnd stars shook their rays with admirationBut awe left without an understanding to his intuitionVibrant songs of time spaced their momentsAnd demise saw craft in her fulfilmentsThough the mirror showed him a dying soulDancing with darkness in the lightHer ...